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gretavanlace · 1 year

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The Emperor’s New Clothes

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, language, alcohol consumption, flirting, light impact play, dirty talk, oral (fem rec), etc

Inspired by this gorgeous little bit and this one, too. You’re all evil geniuses ❤️💋

“Seriously, what is wrong with you three?” Danny grabs the pool stick out of Sam’s hand and shoves him aside. “Is being a shitty pool player a prerequisite for being a Kiszka?”

“In fact, it is!” Josh sounds off, leaning against the table, finger idly dragging over the kelly green felt. “They pull us all aside in the hospital directly after birth, and say…hmm, I’ve forgotten, it seems. Samuel?”

Sammy takes a long chug of his fruity pink drink around a nod. “They say,” he gestures grandly, so much like his eldest sibling at the moment. “Be as useless as possible if you ever get your hands on a pool stick. Fuck every play up royally, for this…this is your duty. It’s all very dramatic.”

“Ah yes,” Josh raises his glass in thanks. “That’s it, little brother. Good man, better memory.”

“Idiots.” Danny shakes his head, and sinks three striped balls before scratching and turning in your direction. “Jake, you’re up.”

Jake rises from his stool beside you where he’s been watching the scene unfold with a gentle hand on your bare thigh.

“My time to shine, kitty cat.” He plunks his neat whiskey down and swaggers away, calling over his shoulder. “Prepare to witness mediocrity at its finest.”

“Mediocre would be a compliment.” Danny adds with another shake of his head that sends his mane of curls swaying.

“Hey,” Jake points a lazy finger at him, “you chose me as your partner.”

“Only because the other two are even worse, somehow.”

He sounds baffled by it, and you suppose that makes sense. Normally, the brothers Kiszka float through life with seemingly endless layers of talent. It’s more than fun for the both of you — strangers to such endless grace — to witness their struggle.

Danny hurries to your side, so that you might enjoy the moment together, falling into you as you both dissolve into a fit of half-drunken laughter when Jake flawlessly (and accidentally) sinks the 8 ball.

“Tired of this, is all.” He shrugs, lying his ass off. “We never do anything real. Let’s do something real.”

“I’m real,” You taunt jokingly after a swig of the whiskey he’s left you in charge of, “you could do me.”

“Don’t be cheeky.” He scolds half-heartedly, with a wavering point your way.

“I love it when you talk ‘shitty british accent to’ me, jakey.” You wink with another pull on his glass, draining it to the dredges.

Daniel tries an accent of his own on for size, mimicking his band mate. “Name’s Jacob, love.” He reaches forward to kiss your hand, and you allow it with a giggle and a blush Jake pretends not to see. “I’m terrible at pool…and that’s not the only stick I don’t know how to wield.”

The brothers erupt into laughter as you roll your eyes affectionately.

“Laugh it up, pricks.” Jake sounds unbothered in the sexiest way…it takes a bulldozer to get under his skin.

“Aw, that’s alright, you gorgeous thing, you,” Josh allows his stare to fall dark upon you after a conspiratorial wink. “If my perpetually stupid twin wants to waste opportunities, I’ll allow it and take care of you myself.”

“Sounds perfect, josh…” you lend a breathy tone to your words. “Upstairs in your room or right here on the pool table?”

He pretends to think it over, “I’d say table, but look at all the balls left on the felt. That doesn’t exactly scream comfort. If only Jake could actually sink one or two.”

“Yeah,” you nod with a solemn sigh, “such a shame. Upstairs then.”

“Me?” Jake sloshes more whiskey into his glass and slides it away from you while miming a kiss so you’ll know he realizes this is all in good fun. “You didn’t land a single fuckin’ ball, Josh. Why do you even have this?” He raps his knuckles quickly against the shiny wood framing the table.

“I happen to enjoy telling people I have a billiard room.” Josh smooths his shirt flippantly. “It makes me sound refined.”

“Yeah,” Sammy speaks up from the bar where he is chaotically preparing himself a refill. “Break out the brandy and Tchaikovsky, already. I’m not feeling cultured enough.”

“It makes you sound stupid, because this isn’t even a billiard table.” Jake points out. “Totally different game.”

In reply, Josh sends a square of chalk sailing through the air directly at his head. His twin ducks at the last minute, avoiding impact. “You’re just mad because your girl wants me to take her upstairs.”

“Is that true, kitty cat?” His stare lands on you with mischief glittering there. “You wanna go upstairs with the sun, or stay down here in the darkness where you like it best?”

He saunters forward and pulls you in close, lips soft against your pulse point…but for a split second, you can’t help the way your line of sight lingers, locked with Josh’s.

Jake’s knee slides between your thighs, just high enough to be a little inappropriate. He’s claiming you. Reminding the room to whom you belong, though it isn’t necessary…the whole world can see you’re his.

It’s all right there in the way you look at him. In the way you move with him like a devoted magnet. In the way your body comes alive with electric love when he walks into a room.

Yes, you’re his. Implicitly. But sometimes…..

Shoving the thought away, you push him aside as well, with an embarrassed swat. “Quit it.”

“See?” Josh teases, never one to shy away from giving his brother hell. “She’s ready for the superior twin. Aren’t you, pretty?”

He sends another wink flying in your direction. “And who could blame her? She’s seen me in a jumpsuit or two.”

“Here we fucking go.” Sam groans loudly. “If you’re going to start in on a big dick monologue, I’m calling an Uber.”

“I’ll split it with you.” Danny concurs.

“Ah, fuck off,” Josh waves a hand in the air wildly, dismissing them both “jealous bastards.”

He moves to grab his drink, drifting through the room with that careless elegance that follows him around like a shadow, and you find yourself unable to look away the way you sometimes fall victim to when he’s owning one stage or another.

At times, Josh is like a song you can’t get out of your head. You don’t want to sing it, you don’t want to listen, but there it is all the same…dominating your attention.

You shake it off, but when your eyes reluctantly abandon him, you find Jake’s gaze, narrowed and knowing, tracking and all seeing. It burns into you, lighting a tortuous flame of shame, and something else, within you.

It’s an unsteady feeling. Unsure. Mostly because you can feel emotion radiating off of him like wandering hands reaching out to stroke over your skin. He’s live-wire-alert, thrumming with galvanic energy, but he isn’t angry. Far from it.

It’s analytical, this look he has fixed upon you. It’s hot, there’s no questioning that…but it also boasts a peculiarity. He’s honed in on something you’ve tried very hard to keep hidden, and he doesn’t necessarily hate it.

Brushing away what can only be labeled as intrusive thoughts - he can’t have seen through you that easily - you watch as Dan and Sam begin a game of darts, squabbling over who should throw first.

The night drifts by languidly, becoming a little fuzzier and more dream-like with each trip to the bar to top up.

Jake has disappeared, but that’s nothing new. He tends to wander when inebriated. Likes the quiet. You’ll catch up with him sooner or later. Or perhaps you’ll find him curled up in the guest room that has been unceremoniously reserved for the two of you each time Josh hosts.

You’ve fought it as long as you can, ignoring the nagging ache in your bladder, unwilling to readily ‘break the seal’ that will render you popping off to the bathroom every ten minutes.

Josh is contemplating a song that has been trekking about in his mind, remaining hidden away despite begging to be written.

You nod sympathetically, offering up a squeeze of his hand in solidarity. “Hold that thought,” you smile, tripping on your slurred words so mildly no one but yourself would ever notice. “Off to the ladies room.”

“The ladies room?” He laughs, trotting out that barking belly laugh that is nothing short of infectious. “You make my home sound like an Applebees.”

“Applebees?” You hear Sam pipe up as you ascend the basement stairs “Are you ordering? ‘Cause they’ve got that queso I like.”

Danny’s reply comes muffled as you slip onto the main floor. “Applebees is fuckin’ disgusting, and anyway…”

Hands washed, and a smudge of eyeliner wiped away, you emerge from the bathroom, ready to rejoin the party when a hand slithers out in the dark, quick as a striking snake, to pull you into the spare bedroom.

“Hello, kitty cat.” Jake’s voice comes smoothly in the dark.

“Jake,” you’re working hard to quiet your hammering heart as your eyes fight to adjust in the darkness. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“I’d tell you I’m sorry, but I’m not.” You can nearly hear the smirk in his tone.

“Have you been hiding up here all this time?” You ask, as he holds tight to your hands, barring you from actually being able to touch him.

“Yes. Kept myself busy by going through my brother’s things.” He whispers, licking a soft trail along the side of your pinky. “Did you know he owns a vibrator? Wonder what he uses that for?”

“Probably the same thing you use mine for.” You breathe back in the pitch black of the room, picturing the way he sometimes holds it against his cock for you when you feel like watching. “Stop teasing your poor twin. And you shouldn’t go through other people’s things, Jacob. Naughty.”

“Oh? Shouldn’t I?” His lips skate across your own as he leans in. “I wouldn’t have found this if I hadn’t.”

He has timed his moment perfectly, and as the light flips on, the ability to form truly coherent thoughts becomes unattainable.

A completely self-assured expression warms his features as you stare on with parted lips and softly panting breaths.

Josh’s jumpsuit, stark white and swimming with mermaids and winking glitter, hugs his body like a second skin. It renders the tan of his complexion even more pronounced, leaving him standing before you like a sun-kissed god.

His hair is pulled back in a loose, low slung bun. It’s lazy and effortless. Obviously not executed before a mirror, and that makes it all the more right.

“Fuck, I…” you falter, unable to find the words for your thoughts. Probably for the best, lest you come off as some fucked out ninny in a poorly scripted porno.

“Will this do?” He bites down on his lip, hiding away a flash of insecurity that you spot anyway. It’s gone as fast as it came. Replaced quickly by that cocky smirk that makes your cunt ache for his touch. “Or should I go and gather my brother?”

“Jake…”

Your eyes are fixed on his cock, half-hard and deliciously on display behind the suit. So very much like his twin.

“What?” He yanks you in close and ghosts his mouth up along your pounding jugular until his lips are pressed against the shell of your ear. “I see the way you watch him sometimes. You look so pretty when you stare. Do you want to fuck him? Because you can. If you want him that badly, that is. You can have him.“

A moan in the negative is all you can hope for in the moment.

“No?” He’s got you up against the door now, grinding his fully hard cock against your clit, inching his fingertips up along the outsides of your thighs, higher and higher under your skirt. “You’ll settle for me, dressed up in the emperor’s clothes?”

“You’re the fucking emperor.” You correct, burying your hands in his hair, further loosening his haphazard bun. “I just like to think about it now and then.”

Oh, where did that little bit of honesty come from? Some things are better left unsaid.

“You like to think about fucking my brothers?” He couldn’t be further from angry if he tried. You can hear it. Territorial, perhaps…but that will do perfectly.

“Never said brothers,” you gasp, clinging to his bare shoulders for dear life when his fingers curl into the sides of your panties. “Just Josh.”

“Why?” He’s beginning to shine with sweat and need.

“I like his mouth…oh, fuck…” you whine when he slips your underwear down, mid-thigh. “It’s pretty. And the way he moves his tongue sometimes…”

“Alright, shut up…” he lands a harsh crack of a smack against your swollen clit. “That’s enough.”

“Jealous?” You smile, taunting him just a little before leaning in to dip your tongue into his warm mouth. He tastes of liquor, and cinnamon, and Jake.

“Maybe.” He smiles into your kiss.

“You’ve given me permission to fuck him, but you can’t handle listening to me talk about it?” You’re taunting him mercilessly, but he loves it and you both know it.

“Maybe you’re just needy.” He teases right back, easing two fingers snug into your warmth without warning. “Yeah? Maybe you’re just feeling slutty because you need to cum. Is that it, baby? Do I need to pet my pretty kitty cat a little?”

“Please…” you’re begging, and much too loudly given that there’s an audience one floor below, but you can’t find a fuck to give.

“Mouth or cock?” He curls into you, pressing perfectly inside your silken walls as you arch away from the door.

“Mouth.” You whimper, sounding as pathetic as you feel in your desperation.

It’s the correct answer. Had you said cock, he’d have worked himself into a frenzy thinking about the way you spoke of Josh’s mouth but didn’t ask for his.

He drops to his knees, without a word, eyes on yours until he disappears beneath your skirt, beautiful features now cloaked and hidden away.

You blush under the scrutiny of no one in the empty room when you hear him draw in a deep, lingering, lungful of you with his mouth on your dampened thighs.

“Pink and pretty,” his voice rasps from between your legs. “She’s just a little messy right now. Don’t worry, kitty cat…I’m gonna kiss her all better.”

A feral sound chokes out of you as you yank his face in close, burying him in your cunt.

At first, he’s louder than you are. Murmuring hungry little grunts and moans against your slick skin…sucking at you ravenously until the room is stifled up, full and hot, with the wet sounds of your cunt and his mouth.

Soon, though, you grow hotter, and lose yourself little by little, fucking against his face as he loves on your clit obscenely. Lapping at it, nibbling delicately, drawing it into his kiss tenderly as his fingers delve deeper inside.

He fucks you slowly, nudging you along as you whine and beg above him.

“Shh…” he warns around your pulsing bundle of nerves. “Or do you want him to hear you?”

“Only you.” You promise, rocking your hips frantically to meet him. “It’s all for you. Don’t stop.”

“Not gonna stop.” He swears, licking away at you like the sweetest lollipop is playing over his tongue.

It’s intrusive and definitely not called upon, but when the picture begins to tumble about in your mind on loop— both of them nestled between your legs at once with those gorgeous mouths of theirs, you’re cumming hard and fast…pouring over his fingers, likely ruining the front of a jumpsuit neither of you can claim ownership of.

Its blissful and for a moment, your soul is robbed from it’s earthly confines, spending a suspended breath ruminating with the universe.

“God damn…” Jake’s winded response scratches out of him as he peeks out from under your skirt, eager to get a look at your flushed face.

He’s covered in you. Glistening and catching the light in your release. “You came everywhere.”

His observation is beyond pleased, but when your eyes slide away, he presses you for answers while still on his knees. “What? Tell me.”

“It’s nothing.” You smile, stroking a bead of sweat away from his temple.

“Liar.” He grins lazily, licking the taste of you off his plush lips. “Tell me what got you off so hard.”

It takes a massive amount of charm on his end, but eventually, you admit that you’d been thinking about them both.

The look in his eyes is nothing short of devious when he goes to speak, only to be quieted by a soft knock on the door.

Your eyes meet in panicked anticipation when a familiar voice breeches the wooden barrier. “It isn’t nice to talk about someone behind their back, you know?”

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metalbuckaroo · 2 years

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🍒I’ll Show You Good🍒

��Summary// At 3am, every Sunday, Bucky locks his bedroom door to watch his favorite camgirl. What's to happen when he finds out he's much closer to her than leaving generous tips on her videos

🍒Warnings// fluff, cursing, mention of alcohol, brief m masturbation, oral (f receiving), smut, unprotected sex, finger sucking, mention of viagra (not used by Bucky lmao)

💋AU// Roommate!Bucky x Camgirl!Reader

🍒Note// I got carried away with the smut scene 🙃 oops

💋Series Masterlist💋

🍒18+ ONLY MINORS DNI🍒

The apartment seemed too quiet for Bucky to handle.

With you gone on your date and his two friends across the hall gone for the night, he couldn’t find anything to do besides watch the solo video you’d posted for what felt like the fifth time in two days.

Watching the way your two middle fingers disappeared in your cunt as he fisted over himself to the same rhythm. So caught up in the look on your blissed out face that he didn’t hear your keys clinking together until the front door opened.

Quickly pulling the waistband of his sweatpants back up, Bucky cleared his throat. A teasing smile pulling your lips when you picked up on what he was doing. “Having fun there?” You said with a light laugh.

“How was your date?” He said, trying to change the subject.

By the way you rolled your eyes and sighed, he could tell something had went wrong as he stood and walked over to the counter. Leaning his forearms against it as he watched you get two glasses from the cabinet.

“Horrible. The moment we got in his car after dinner, he popped a viagra.” You scoffed, handing one of the glasses to him as you got the whiskey out. “So… it was bad because he has performance issues?”

The same tinge of jealousy that he felt when he watched you get into the guy’s car returned, swallowing thickly when you shook your head. “No, him getting mad because I didn’t want to have sex with him is why it was horrible.”

You nodded at the surprised look Bucky had, lifting yourself to sit on the counter. “Wow, what a dick.” He let out a dry laugh, rounding the corner so he could stand in front of you.

“Tell me about it.” You mumbled into your glass, taking a long drink of a strong liquid. “If only all men could be like you.”

“Like me?” He smirked, your knees instinctively parting when he stepped closer to let him stand between them. His heart warming at the slip of words.

“Mhm, a complete sweetheart.” You grinned, poking his bare stomach as he took a drink from his glass.

“Better watch it, I might get the impression you actually like me, cherry.” He teased, scrunching his nose at you.

“Will you now?”

“I’ll gladly sleep with you again.” He smirked, cold and warm hands resting on the tops of your thighs.

“I know you would, Buck.” You took another drink of your alcohol, looking at him through your eyelashes. “Why don’t you date?”

He sucked in a sharp breath, eyebrows twitching up as he wet his lips. “Too out of practice, wouldn’t know what to do with myself- where to start.”

You hummed in response, refilling the two glasses as you nodded. “Maybe asking someone out would be a start.” You said with a light laugh.

“How about you, cherry?”

“Too much heartbreak.” You shrugged, finishing off the strong liquid before continuing. “I mean- look at Steve, it’s been months and he’s still a wreck.”

Conversation with Bucky was always easy, cheeks warmed by the alcohol as laughter bubbled in your chest from the cheesy jokes he spewed.

“You could always date Steve.” He joked, making you laugh as your arms went loosely around his neck, fingers toying with the ends of his long hair.

“Not happening. You could, though.”

He teetered his head from side to side, wide grin showing off his pearly whites as he tugged your blouse out of the waistband of your skirt. Hands slipping under your shirt to rest on your waist as he spoke. “Oh, c’mon. He’s heartbroken, you say you’re heartbroken. Perfect match.”

“Just be a good boy and hush up.” You tested, the hitch in Bucky’s breath confirming you struck just the right cord as large hands gripped your hips and pulled you forward.

“I’ll show you a fucking good boy.” He huffed, hauling you off of the counter in a swift motion as you let out an excited squeal. Your fingers weaving in the back of his long hair and tugging it so he’d tilt his head back enough for you to slot your lips over his.

Knocking your bedroom door open with his foot, Bucky’s heart was going wild. Pounding in his chest when he lowered you to the mattress, pawing at your skirt to shove it up so he could drag your underwear down your legs. Your lips only leaving his long enough to discard your blouse and toss it to the floor.

His lips felt like fire against your skin as he kissed his way down your chest and abdomen, pressing your thighs further apart the lower he got.

The stuttered gasp you sucked in the moment his mouth came in contact with your heat made Bucky groan against your cunt, grazing his tongue against your g-spot to elicit more breathy sounds from you as he curled his arms around your thighs. Gripping the tops of them as your fingers weaved into his hair.

“Bucky…” he rutted his hips against the mattress at the breathed out moan of his name, lips locking around your clit to suck and nibble it gently. Your back arching off the mattress and hands tugging at his hair.

You lost track of how long Bucky kept his head between your thighs, feasting like a starved man as he pulled you apart again and again. Bionic left arm draped over your lower abdomen and two fingers of his right curling against your spasming walls as the pressure started to crest higher and higher again.

The air was sucked from your lungs as your shaky thighs squeezed around his head, cunt clenching around his fingers as you fell apart. Unsure whether to push him away or pull him in closer as the body shaking orgasm washed over you.

“There ya go, cherry. Doin’ s’good.” Bucky hummed, finally moving his mouth away from your sensitive clit as his fingers worked you through the aftershocks.

Wet kisses littered your inner thighs, trailing along your stomach and chest before he stopped to take your nipple into his mouth. Looking at you through his eyelashes as he circled the pebbled bud with his tongue, your eyes shut gently and chest heaving.

You whimpered when he removed his fingers, peaking your eyes open when he tapped them against your lips. “Open up, dollface.”

Your lips parted to let him slip his fingers into your mouth, a low moan pulling from his throat when you gently sucked them. “You’re fuckin’ filthy, y’know that?” He groaned, rocking his hips forward to press his clothed erection against your cunt.

“Give me it, Buck.” You whined, reaching your hand down to palm him through his sweatpants. Feeling the wet spot where precum had soaked through the fabric.

Bucky chuckled quietly as he backed off the bed for a moment. “Greedy girl just can’t get enough.”

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you bit back a moan at the sight of him stood at the end of your bed as he discarded his sweatpants. Cock twitching freely in the air, hard and heavy as he kneeled on the bed again. Wetting his lips as his warm hand grazed along your leg. “Turn over,”

You felt yourself clench around nothing at the gruff sound of his voice, listening to the calm demand as you positioned yourself on your forearms and knees.

Bucky knew there was a possibility he wouldn’t last very long under the circumstances. No masks or disguises restricting him from anything, and more importantly- no camera.

That cherry tattoo that adorned the spot at the top of your ass cheek on display just for him this time as he eased into you. Drinking in every gasped out moan as he set a steady, relentless pace. Easily finding that sweet spot that set you off and sticking to it as you rocked your hips back against him to meet every thrust.

Within moments your mind was gone, the feel of his thick cock dragging against every sweet spot at an angle different from any before making you mewl. Unable to form a coherent sentence from the onslaught of pleasure that flooded you.

Bucky’s fingers dug into the ample flesh of your backside, huffed out moans and grunts mixing in with salacious sounds of skin slapping and the squelch of your cunt. Watching the way he disappeared inside of you, your walls gripping him and pulling him back in with each snap of his hips.

“My gorgeous fucking girl. Huh, cherry-“ he grunted through gritted teeth, the sting of his palm coming in contact with your ass making you cry out in pleasure. His tip fucking directly into a rough patch that made you see stars.

“Yes- fuckfuckfuck- Bucky!” You dug your teeth into your bottom lip to muffle the pleasured squeal as another earth shattering orgasm seared its way through you. Soaking his cock in your release as you cried out his name, the ruthless rhythm of his thrusts not letting up as the aftershocks took over.

A dull ring in your ears drowned out his guttural moans as he fell forward, catching himself on his palms and grinding into your ass. An almost whiny moan of your name tearing from his throat as he coated your walls with thick ropes of his release.

Just the thought of the way his face had scrunched up in pleasure and the muscles of his abdomen had tensed made your walls flutter around him again as he rode through the blissful shocks that surged through him.

He didn’t budge for a moment. Your bodies coming down from the intense afterglow as he peppered lazy kisses to your shoulder before slipping out of you, fully sated.

“Goddamn…” he panted, moving to lay next to you. Prodding at your tired frame until you were tucked comfortably into his side, your leg hooking over his.

You sighed in contentment, arm going around his thick waist as you let your eyes close. Bucky toying with a piece of your hair as he stared at the ceiling with glossy eyes.

“Thank god for failed dates.” You giggled, pressing a kiss to his sweat slicked chest. Getting a hum in response as he leaned his chin against the top of your head.

“Wan’ me to go to my bed so you can get some sleep?” He murmured, the sound of his voice making it evident that he was on the verge of sleep himself.

Your arm tightened around his waist, afraid that if he moved the connection you’d felt would be lost forever. “No, stay with me.”

The next day went like any other.

Conversation and jokes shared, Bucky helping you clean around the apartment, and not a word said about the events from the night before.

You had declined his invitation to join him, Steve and Sam at the bar. Deciding it best to try to put a little more space between the two of you before things got too out of control.

Needing to keep the fact that the two of you agreed that everything was suppose to be for the videos and nothing more seared into your brain.

But, you still couldn’t help to stay up and wait for him to come back. Having been laying in your bed, staring out of your window for most of the night before hearing the front door open.

Bucky’s heavy footsteps sounded down the hall, his broad frame blocking the light for a moment as he crept further into your room. Stopping at the side of your bed. “You up?”

“Mhm- have fun?” You asked, turning onto your other side as he sat down. Shrugging his shoulders and reaching a hand out to smooth it over the side of your hair.

“Got kinda boring after awhile. Steve went home early, Sam wandered off.” He sighed, fingers massaging your scalp.

Your eyes shut at the relaxing touch, the feeling of being tired hitting you all at once. “You’re gonna make me fall asleep if you keep doing that.”

Bucky chuckled, shifting slightly before you opened your eyes to look at him again.

“So…” he trailed, tongue swiping across his bottom lip. “Next video gonna be solo?”

“Not if you don’t want it to be.”

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